[PRP] Meeting Expectations [Evan/Peyton]

[Inle-roo]

Laundry was an unfortunate necessity. Evan had been hoping to put it off for as long as possible, thinking that maybe his pie-covered sheets and clothes would somehow be okay just wadded up in a corner to be dealt with whenever he felt up to dealing with it. It had been a good plan for a couple of days, but then they just started to smell like sour fruit. It was with great reluctance that he stuffed the sticky ball of fabric into a basket and headed out to complete what would most likely be an impossible task.

As he rounded the corner from the dorms to the halls that led to other places within the facility, he cursed as something suddenly bounced off of him, causing him to nearly drop the laundry basket he held under one arm. He glared down at the offender, thinking it was just some junk someone had left lying in the most inconvenient place imaginable, but softened as he realized it was only a very small person.

"Sorry," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Didn't mean to run you over. You okay?"  

[Inle-roo]

Oh, a feisty one; the little ones always seemed to be, in direct proportion to their height. Evan would fear for his kneecaps if he wasn't relatively certain he could outrun her. He was familiar with the type, though, and they weren't worth the trouble that came with arguing with them; it would be so much easier for him in the long run to just give her what she wanted. Besides, he had kind of knocked her down.

"You are absolutely right," he agreed with a nod, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "From now on I'll be sure to check and see if anyone's just standing where people might trip over them."  

[Inle-roo]

Evan threw in a sweet, butter-wouldn't-melt kind of a smile with his apology as the girl squinted up at him. "Sounds like a good plan," he replied seriously, fighting the urge to chuckle at her sass. She was kind of funny in an angry puppy sort of way, but laughing at her probably wouldn't get him a favorable reaction and he wasn't out to deliberately antagonize anyone.

He had been all set to go on his merry way when she suggested tagging along. Evan only hesitated for a second; he didn't want to have to answer any questions that might come up as to the state of his sheets, but laundry was boring to do alone. "Yeah, sure, why not."  

[Inle-roo]

"I try not to make promises I might not be able to keep," Evan replied as the huntress emerged with two armfuls of laundry, only mostly jokingly. This girl was awfully short, after all. He probably wasn't the first person to trip over her, and he almost certainly wouldn't be the last.

Evan lead the way to the laundry room, deliberately slowing his pace a little out of consideration for her significantly shorter legs. As they walked, he snuck glances down at the girl. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't recall any recent run-ins he might have had with sassy midgets lately. "I don't know if we've met," Evan finally admitted after a moment of silence. "I'm Evan. Sun division."

Beejoux

 

[Inle-roo]

Evan practically had to lean over to look down at the top of Peyton's head. "Guess not," he allowed. To be fair, this was only the first time she had gotten under his feet; only time would tell if this would be a continual problem or just a one-off.

He was hoping for the latter. Mostly for his own sake.

Evan had to clear his throat to fight back the grin as the smaller Sun mentioned the pie party. It broke free anyway was she noted his affiliation with Tuck and Gnat. "You could say that," he replied. Peyton's name sounded familiar, but he couldn't recall how or why. It took him a minute to figure out where he had heard her name before, and he huffed a laugh once he remembered. "You're that kid that broke her hand on Tuck's face, aren't you?"

Beejoux

 

[Inle-roo]

Evan chuckled at the smaller Sun's protests. "Nah, it was his fault, too," he agreed. "He said as much. Didn't stop him from bitching about it, though. For hours." He rolled his eyes and shook his head as though getting hit in the face with brass knuckles was something that should just be shaken off. "He made me make him Jello and everything."

For all that he had seen the rather impressive bruise in all of its livid, colorful glory, it seemed improbable that so tiny a thing had caused it. "Look, don't take this the wrong way, it was a great shot, and I'm sure you get this a lot, but...how did you even reach that high? Tuck's got to be, what, a foot and a half taller than you? Are you some kind of tiny ninja, or something?"

Beejoux